| Remember when our songs were just like prayers
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| Like gospel hymns that you called in the air
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| Come down, come down, sweet reverence
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| Unto my simple house and ring
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| And ring
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| Ring like silver, ring like gold
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| Ring out those ghosts on the Ohio
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| Ring like clear day wedding bells
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| Were we the belly of the beast or the sword that fell
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| We’ll never tell
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| Come to me, clear and cold, on some sea
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| Watch the world spinning waves, mad machine
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| Now I’ve been crazy couldn’t you tell
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| I threw stones at the stars, but the whole sky fell
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| Now I’m covered up in straw, belly up on the table
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| Well I drank and sang, and passed in the stable
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| That tall grass grows high and brown
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| Well I dragged you straight in the muddy ground
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| And you sent me back to where I roam
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| Well I cursed and I cried, but now I know
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| Now I know
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| And I ran back to that hollow again
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| The moon was just a sliver back then
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| And I ached for my heart like some tin man
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| When it came, oh it beat, and it boiled, and it rang
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| Oh it’s ringing
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| Ring like crazy, ring like hell
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| Turn me back into that wild haired gale
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| Ring like silver, ring like gold
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| Turn these diamonds straight back into coal
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| Turn these diamonds straight back into coal |